City Desk

Baseball Bat Wielded in Dispute Between 7-Eleven Employees Last Night

At approximately 11:42 last night, MPD officers cuffed an employee behind the counter at the 7-Eleven in the 3100 block of 14th street NW. One cop lifted the man by his armpits, another by his legs. The employee—swearing, cursing, kicking—was carried out of the store and into the back of a cruiser idling on 14th street. After a brief struggle, the cop managed to close the door on the flailing suspect, who continued to hurl imprecations through the closed window.

"He was chasing his manager up the street with a bat," one bystander said. "Just chased him right up 14th swinging at him."

Another bystander caught video of the incident on her phone. MPD reviewed the footage before clearing the scene.

Officer Quintin Peterson says the incident was an "employee dispute" between 7-Eleven employees. "One allegedly assaulted the other with a baseball bat," Peterson said. "One's being treated for non-life-threatening injuries; the other was arrested with a baseball bat."

Though I saw the assailant repeatedly try to kick an officer in the balls, Peterson added that no officers were injured during the struggle.

A girl of eight or nine stood grinning outside the 7-Eleven.  "This is the greatest night of my life," she told me once the man was secured in the back of the cruiser. She shook her head and her little braids bounced back and forth. Her eyes were wide. "I...I have never seen anything like this before."

Blog Widget by LinkWithin
  • Rick Mangus

    This was a Jihad on the store manager.

  • sedcdude

    Two Middle East mothers are sitting around the kitchen chatting
    over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk.

    The older of the two pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

    'This is my oldest son, Mubarak. He would have been 24 years old now.'

    'Yes, I remember him as a baby,' says the other mother cheerfully.
    'He's a martyr now though,' the mother confides.

    'Oh, so sad dear,' says the other.

    'And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been 21.'

    'Oh, I remember him,' says the other happily, 'he had such curly hair when he was born.'

    'He's a martyr too,' says the mother quietly. 'Oh, gracious me . . . , ' says the other.

    'And this is my third son, my baby, cute, little Ahmed. He would have been 18,' she whispers.

    'Yes,' says the friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he first started school.'

    'He's a martyr also,' says the mother, with a tear in her eye.

    After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says

    'They blow up so fast, don't they??

  • dcblackdaddy

    sedcdued that was some blow-up funny shit. Fuck the 7-11 fight the prices are to damn high and I do not get high so let them foreigners fight.

  • bitchgositdownSW

    That 7-11 on 14th is such a shithole it makes the one at South Capitol and M SW look like a fucking Whole Foods.

  • Danny Bloom

    Ted, a long time ago, like 1970s, i used to be a copy editor proofreader there at your paper. Really. Now I have ended up doing this. can you blog or write abotu this with link Diana MCClellan has a great comment on it and Carl B also emailed me last week and said BRAVO, right on, no word yet from my mentor Bradlee or the other guy, Woodward, but i am sure they will like it too. can do? I am friend of David Rothman whose book Solomon Scandals you reviwed..... cheers, danny bloomm Tufts 1971

    Diana McClellan news tip re "world's first musical obit for newspapers" -- see YOUTUBE link

    can you do anything with this in a FUN way ?

    The lyrics to a recently-produced YouTube novelty song
    entitled "I Just Can't Live (Without My Daily Snailpaper)"

    "I think you know Bill Keller, too,
    He runs the Times and knows old from new — (media that is),
    Maureen Dowd to the left of him, Dave Brooks to the right,
    If it’s fit to print, it’s in the New York Times --tonight!"

    "O life is just one long newspaper caper,
    I just can’t live without my daily snailpaper,
    Crash blossoms here, and atomic typos there,
    O where would I be without my dear snailpaper?"